To all the waves,
crashing, howling, bustling
against the silent shore,
Find peace from the horizon,
that bends to make room for tameness
In the home of chaos.
Stop the swirling madness
embrace the quiet stillness
for once, let yourself free from
the anger spilled in you.
For all you know, what you search
for so restlessly in seashells, ajar,
in upturned bellies of hungry lurkers
may well reside within.
I will stand my ground, cowering,
under the violent coconuts
flailing all around, running from the wind
knocking themselves to the soft beach.
I stand still; still cowering, looking at you
and your vast misery, at ease